Demon Days

Slice it.

Eliot Steven Volts Journal Entry # 3:

It’s been a while. With barrel and I banged up almost as bad as The Car, we’ve not had a job in a long long time. However, Crash got a line on a few job opportunities, and with the promise of more creds hired on some muscle and some new talent. With a quick introduction, we decided on take a job burning down a chemical plant. Emery our gnome and apparent new driver drove the newly fixed car after a quick pedal adjustment, and Barrel rode shotgun; Zade, Draven, and I rode in the back, with Draven riding bitch.

We arrived on the scene, and Barrel set the car to autopilot. It would return in about half an hour, but if we weren’t done by then, we would be walking home. Seeing that there were quite a few guards and cameras on the grounds, we decided that I’d sneak the new kid into the server room while the others made their way in to burn the bitch down

I hopped the fence round the back, and told the kid to wait while i cleared the guards. A quick shock to the back of the neck took out the one patrolling the grounds. After, I brought the kid a side-arm and told him to climb the gate. He was unable to climb it so I wrapped my hands around the bars and generated a rapidly alternating current. This melted the bars allowing the kid to enter the grounds. We snuck under a camera and Draven hacked the outer system. He disabled the cameras applying a loop of footage. While we were getting past the guards the others rolled around to the garage to sneak in and light some fires. With the outer cameras gone and the door open 2 feet, they entered the garage.

What happened after got a little fuzzy for me. I ended up expending quite a bit of magic. The kid and I climbed to the roof, and took out a guard. We went through the vents and secured the security room. From the servers in there we shut down the surveillance system.

A claw hammer and a swift knock from the stock of a rifle took out the guard in the labs, and with him gone Zade was able to set up a bomb to blow the place sky high. We extracted the guards and some of their gear. The car rolled up just in time, and we sped off thinking of our nice little payday.

The next day we rolled over to The Halloween Gang’s turf. We met with Jack. He had a proposition for us, we take out some peace-keepers, and he sells us guns…

Bullets hurt.

Eliot Steven Volts Journal Entry # 1:

Well, I should probably start one of these things. I mean, I’ve almost died every time I’ve stepped out of the sanctum this last month. First with our new big score involving Asmodeous Corp, then with that fucking roadblock when we dropped off that data. Hell, it seems that every time we just go to meet someone new someone or some thing is trying to kill us.

Let’s start with a recap shall we? I just got back from stabbing myself and I’m eating some eggs to replenish some protein and salts after this last little gem of a routine mission. Goddamnit Crash, your exes are the worst.

First of all The Blue Moon Gunmen have had some rough times. I won’t bore you with the details. (Or wait… who am I writing this for? ah well, whoever is reading this I better be dead or something.) About a month or so ago we finally caught a break since our incident. Asmodeous Corp had us steal some data. It went… well? We survived.

When we dropped off the data we came across a roadblock. We almost died, and almost totaled the car. We met some chick with a sword. I wanted to throw a pipe-bomb at her, thought better of it. Apparently she dodges bullets or some shit. Works for The Oracle, wanted our data. Of course I wouldn’t go back on a contract once brokered, so I told her to fuck off, and to hire us sometime if they want our services. Well wouldn’t you know it. They then hired us to steal it back.

A jobs a job. Met with their middle-man. He got shot, I got shot, and Barrel got shot in the meeting place. Some seedy bar. Some chick there with a gunLOTS OF GUN got pretty pissed off when the assholes shooting us killed the bartender. She threw A GODDAMNGRENADE at those rat bastards. I mean who throws grenades inside tight spaces? Who carries grenades? Either she seemed like someone I wanted on the team (did I mention we are recruiting?) or the bash to the head I took made me in the hiring mood because I offered her a spot on the team. She’s been quite useful in the most grenady sort of way. (I’ll get to that later.)

I’ll write about what happened today later, Crash’s ex is saying something interesting in the other room.